I hate You.

I hate you.

You and your million new ways to make me hate you.

You made me cry the very first time I saw you.

You push me down every time I tried to stand up. You made me crawl and eat insects in the mud until one day,  I fought you and walked by myself - wobbly, yes, but on my feet.

You backed me up when I made mistakes, knowingly.

You heard me yelling my lungs out when the barber shaved me head, but you did nothing.

You witnessed me wait year after year for something that would never happen. You knew but you did not tell me.

You saw me cry myself to bed. You saw me toss and turn on lonely, sleepless nights. You only smirked.

You have made me lose so much - faith, confidence, dreams, people.

You always have an excuse when I need reasons.

You are always silent when I need answers.

You confuse me. You hurt me. You break me.

So why am I still with you?

Because you are me. And I am you.

It is true that you knock me down but it is also true that when you shove me into darkness, I find my courage to build new sunshine.

When you steal my umbrella in pouring rain, I look for rainbows.

When you make me cry, I make myself laugh.

For every person I lost, I met someone new. For every belief you busted, I made stronger resolves. For all the times you stayed silent, I searched my own answers.

You keep breaking me, and I keep reconstructing.

I will not give up. I will not break up.
You will.. someday. And you will be sorry you did, because right in the middle of so much hatred stands the inevitable, undeniable and absolute fact that

Dear Life,
I love you.